Thank God, It’s Friday!


TGIF…..Who has not heard that popular expression of weekly survival celebrating weekend revival?  An expression which grew out of the popular public gratitude for the salvation of a new weekend has been trivialized and twisted into every conceivable secular and superficial form symbolizing everything from a popular restaurant chain to a television program lineup, including the mandatory mutation away from God and into “Thank Goodness, It’s Friday” and ” Thank Gosh, It’s Friday.

I wish to propose that Friday is overrated on a secular level and underrated on a Catholic level.  From a secular perspective, Friday is often considered the best thing since sliced bread. Our society now worships this day as some sacred bridge from the chains of the work week into the paradise of the weekend, and bestows upon it some transcendent power to permit wild celebration, rampant irresponsibility, and delusional superficiality, all in the name of rebellious resentment from work.

From a Catholic perspective, however, Fridays, although given some love, have fared much worse.  Consciously or not, Catholics only seem to think of Fridays, if at all, as Good Friday, period.   Even then, many Catholics see Good Friday as that somber day before the celebration of Easter.  I am here to suggest that Fridays are the quintessential Catholic days in that they truly represent what being a follower of Christ in this present society is all about.

First, Fridays remind us that the welcoming mobs and measures of the previous Saturday are merely flimsy, superficial, temporary, and fleeting traps. There is nothing wrong with celebrating and popularity, but when we come to believe that these things are the proper ends to  justify our means, we are truly lost in this world’s cheap currency. 

Second, Fridays remind us that, great as Sundays are, there would be no true celebration without the sacrifice, suffering, and selfless love of Friday. The true Catholic embraces his or her modern cross just as our Sacred Carpenter embraced His wooden one long ago. Being a true follower of Christ means being a fool for Christ; mocked, alienated, and rejected by the pathetic standards of this world.  If we walk in His footsteps, we will be ridiculed, hung out to dry, and branded as wrong by this weekend world so mired in resentment of its workday toils and responsibilities.

Ultimately, Friday is not for the weekend Catholic who pollinates his or her church whenever convenient, nor the work day Catholic who sees his or her Faith as yet another chain of obligation to fulfill. It is for the Catholic who knows that being a follower means what is says.  As one fortunate enough to have been born on a Friday, I proudly say,  “Thank God,  It’s Friday”.

Copyright, 2013,   Gabriel Garnica,  All Rights Reserved.

The Only Tear I Dread


 

The only tear I dread to shed is the tear spent knowing I shall never feel His Warm Embrace

For all other pain I gain is a pain spent knowing I that more clearly see His Loving Face

The only tear I dread to shed is that which carries me farther from the Sound of His Tender Voice

For all other sorrow I borrow is but a sorrow spent knowing that I will someday be blessed  for making His Service my choice

The only tear I dread to shed is the rain which follows the storm of never returning home

For all other emptiness that empties me is but a fleeting line from a pervasive poem

The only tear I dread to  shed is that of a spectator, and not a participant

For even purgatory’s promise of Heaven’s joy seems to me magnificent

The only tear I dread to shed is that released in the bowels of hell

For all other stumbles I stumble are but tender reminders of the times I fell

The only tear I dread to shed is that of resentful defiance

For all other wounds I survive only strengthen with Him my alliance

The only tear I dread to shed is that not spent in celestial oration

For all other swords that pierce me shall be steps toward eternal salvation.

Copyright,  Gabriel Garnica  2013  All Rights Reseved.